Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.